Thursday, December 18, 2014

RUN 1696, Venue: Sawpit Rd La Gerche’s Creswick, Hare: Bent Nose 15 December 2014

This was a re-visit to BP’s 1000th run venue at the end of Sawpit Road in Creswick, near tho old Dibbler’s Dell in the School of Fostery Nursery.  Cars rolled into the clearing after crossing the narrow timber bridge. Heavy perched his Uterus on the upper deck, the Volvo glided in, the SS mobile sscircled, Criss crossed the clearing, Bad Hair Day had his teritorial bus full of boisterous buddies then last, SOS slid in sideways with a little evil glint in his eye.

We was off like lizards limping. “Who Ray” the crowd cried as we hunted hi and lo the Hare who blended in with the thicket of skinny saplings.  The re-routing of the October run took in considerably more hills this time.  A good strong running pack partook of the masterly set run.  From atop the hill we caught a view of the wind farms, Waubra and Challicum/ Buangor.  Walkers were wised up to some short cuts to have all re-unite at the wet spot drink stop.  Fi fi finessed chips and jubey lolls with a crowning glory of ales.

Newby Paul, barer and plucker of Plucka was welcomed as was Wittle Spence, Half a’Baaas welatively new wonder worker. Welcome back SOS and lost RA Little Evil and Lois Lane proudly presented Pauline who graciously grabbed the barby tongs to give Silic some light relief.  Thank goodness for Teflon.

Heavy re-turner to present his own re-work creation of a fitting song about humility and Bent Nose;

Oh, Lord, it's hard to be humble
When you're pedantic prince of pompos-ity
I like to point out other’s faults
and remind them about em’ with glee.

Little Spencer was called on to Sergeant the troupes in the circus circle but old Hocking stepped in having the kid move in on his name was enough. He wasn’t going to have him move in on his position of irresponsibility as well.

Rowdy’s induction into his nest of new of mates Rear Entry, Silic, and Bad Hair Day continues which is fortunate as we all know “two’s company, three’s a crowd” unless one ménages to trois.  The Three Amigos will have to be re-branded A couple of car-pooling couples were out the front with the new episode of the Days of our Lives.  The Ballad of Mick and Greeney was broadcast as Rowdy (his creative juices were flowing as he crammed a session of re-writing Christmas carols and all for next week).   Naturally, juices flowed further for Lois honoured with a ditty re-cast version of Village people's YMCA .


We didn’t forget to leave a space on the BBQ for the Vegie Burger but we did forget the Vegie Burger. Sorry Plucka. The salads were sumptuous though. As were the sweet Australian profit her holes and the French la mingtons. Thanks Pauline for tonging for Sil.

Next Week’s Run: Come they called us to Dumber and Numb      Christmas Run   Theme;  Chris must come butt once a year (bring Santa hat and Carolling croon)  Venue Reptile Gulch Doveton St North

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

RUN 1695, Venue: Fletcher Crt. Mt Helen, Virgin Hare: Plucka Duck 08 December 2014

Not surprising that there was no repeat of last week’s Deb Arckle when Fluid Movement and Plucka Duck got lost. The venue was at Plucka’s abode.  The only one there earlier was The Billy Goat and he got there Friday!
After an overcast day, the sun broke back over another mountain, Mt Helen, and we went forth.  Instead of visiting the mining side of the mountain, we went to the twilight side of Greenhill. The runners were on a similar path to the walkers but they never met, they never kissed.  Until they circumnavigated the Uni and Kruised Inn to the drink stop out front of the art deco café and enjoyed ale and some Shapes. On home though the leafy suburb noting birds and calls and birds walking dogs.
Continuing on from the lost and found theme, Bad Hair Day lost his spray jacket to cap off his hat and hair loss of last week and Lois Lane located some poor Bulldog fan’s 2015 membership Garb, Hat and all. The owner of last week’s wallet couldn’t readily be contacted so the police were given something to do.
Into the loverly lined carport for Down downs so Half a Bar wouldn’t scare the neighbours off with his farks and fark-a-dark.  Fortunate were we to welcome a new attendee, Paul Bearer, spouse of Plucka.  Though he didn’t run he puts in harder than most.  Significant runs drinks were called for MastaBait 1181, (had one before one ate one) and the Billy Goat retrospectively for last week’s 1450.
Rowdy was called upon to screw the Virgin Hare as he is known to be suitably gentle. He offered words of comfort, insight, guidance, some tips for next time and rubber gloves.  He then heartily put on his best gutter tramp voice to sing Heavy’s screw song, to the tune of “Wouldn’t it be Loverly”

All I want is a seat somewhere
Far away from the seafood Fare
With no seafood anywhere
Oh, wooden tit be loverly?


Lots of vegi-cakes for me to eat,
Cooked far away from Normal’s Meat.
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wooden tit be loverly?


Gifted with some wire ducks lifted from their own laundry, the host couple downed their drinks together like it was their 20th anniversary.
Spencer Hocking took the floor and sung one of his old favourites, “round and round went the great big wheel” and pointed out the prick of steel attached to an engine. A green wood splitter indeed!

Bloody Greens, green Wood, Greenhill, Snake Valley greens, Green knee. Rear Entry ate his greens and was charged as he and his tiffing mates were collected by Rowdy and went on from where they left off last week, arguing all the way about not much.

Rear Entry claimed to have spied Sargent Spencer coincidently in Hocking Street. Criss Cross was shown the carport pedant that hangs to stop driving too far in and hitting the back wall or wiping your pushbike off the roof rack.  Silic really was hopeful of getting the freebie 2015 Dog membership or at least the hat, though he was already wearing a flywire veil having walked through Plucka’s closed screen door!

Lois Lane made her crack about the spare bed against the wall, it was close to a good line. Spence noticed a box on the top shelf labelled Heavy Copper.  The Bill drank and Heavy can have one next week.
Spartacus and Pus Bucket rolled in under the roller door having earlier found a friend with a fridge just down the road.  A re-enactment of the re-united couple, (Pus and Mounty that is) was called for, replicating the scene as seen in the Miner newspaper. Goblet, grins and all.

The previously unexplored carport certainly did provide some interesting material for the evening. Thanks PB and PD for sharing it with us, then for Silic’s bbqing out back and Sweets!

Hope BP is soon good to go because BN is taking us back to the scene of her 1000th outing, La Gerche’s in Creswick for,

Next Week’s Run: end of Sawpit Road Creswick     Hare; Bent Nose    Theme;  Olfactory Fatigue BBQ and HHH grog

Saturday, December 6, 2014

RUN 1694 Bungal Dam Blast Furnace Hares: Mastabait & Normal 01 December 2014

Better Late than Never! Or is it?  The only bungles about the Bungal run were a couple of thoroughly modern millies, Plucka and Fluid Movement, having relied on Tom Tom to tell them where to go, found themselves at the Dam access road.  Although it is only a kilometre away as the crow flies, these birds had to drive all the way around via Egerton and Lal Lal to be guided in by our own Tommy.  Even he took another wrong turn in life but eventually ended up in the picnic ground.
It was a beautifully mild evening, ideal for a gallop tackling hills, old kaolin, gold and iron mines, rocky outcrops with breathtaking views, creek crossings and more hills.  Then finally, a steep climb to the drink stop perched above the historic Blast Furnace built in the 1870s to produce iron from some small Bog Iron Ore deposits on the site.  Mining certainly has added colour, intrigue and richness to our heritage. (totally unbiased opinion.)  We drank our chilled beers and mused about the cash that was found strewn on the ground in the bush and the wallet found nearby. Fallout from foul play or just fall out of the fellow's pocket?
Rowdy, Mountee and Pus Bucket having celebrated 1000 runs last week were technically on palindromic 1001, Lois Lane missed being noticed last start for her palindromic run and Shafted similarly.  Even the wallet loser’s birthday was a palindrome, 19-11-91.
Heavy’s screw Song to the tune of Abba’s Mamma Mia, that Bait happened to watch the night before dreaming of his Normal life;
Normal’s been cheated by you since I don't know when
So Bait made up his mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control
There's a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a stubbie smash
One more look and I forget your an ass, w-o-o-o-oh

There was no shortage of incompetence in evidence;
Fluid Movement returned to her old ways, having to retrieve her car keys from inside her locked abode. We nearly had no Down Down drinks!
Political Stooges are back on stage to perform their puppetry for the string pullers, Rear Entry was pilloried as the boy that stood on the burning deck as the last on the right and was read his last rights. Turn the light off as you leave.

Rowdy was crying out for the return of the Prick of the week and he copped it having told a fatigued woman suspecting her iron was too low to put it on a higher shelf.  He would need plenty more numbing to bear the travelling trio on the way home IF they could collectively coordinate their departure. Who had the keys?

Criss Cross clearly couldn’t cross the creek cleverly so ploughed through the water to sweeten his sandshoes. Then Bent's fat eating tape worms must have been biting as he complained the Circle was too long!

Enough is enough! Though sometimes it is hard to get enough, we ate till we’d had enough. Dining sumptuously on a meal bigger than Masta’s Bait with Normal burgers from Gay Street Hamburger.  Only one complaint; the veggie burger was sizzled where the sausage sat in pure meat fat.  We will soon see how it should be done because……
Next Week’s Run: Fletcher Crt Mt Helen, (off Chatham Ave)  Virgin Hare; Plucka Duck  Theme;  Come as a vegetable

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

RUN 1692,1693 Venue: Devils Kitchen, Mt Erip Hares: Shafted and Clusterers 23,24 November 2014

From Dolly’s Creek last week to Devil’s Kitchen, to begin the Cluster Fuck 1000 weekend, a camping extravaganza in the bush to celebrate the alignment of the stars; Rowdy, Mountie and Pus Bucket all reaching their milestones of 1000 (or 17) runs with Ballarat Sovereign Hash and an acknowledgment of the rarity of up to 6 hashers proudly doing same within a 12 month period.

Mountie was accommodated with a quickie in the Kitchen on the Sunday for Run 1692 to reach her 999th.  Accompanied by a tight pack, the short root was over almost before it started but was fun with plenty of scratches to show from scrub bashing and creek crossing by a live hare desperate to retain liberty, dignity and his shorts.  As it turned out, MastaBait led most astray up a grey shaley mullock dump.  He only went up there for a joke so he got a joke, from Bent Nose, about General Cluster fucking millions of Injuns.
On Befores in the shade with beer, bickies and cheese along with forays to find the vantage point of the photographer that snapped the historic Try Again Mine in the Devil’s Kitchen in the early 1920’s.  On Afters back at the Happy Valley Hall and a BBQ to enjoy Half a Steak more than Half cooked by Half a Bar with more than Half a Beer to warm up for the Monday night to follow.

To settle the dust, one and a Half inches of rain was arranged for Monday. Trail was set in the mud of the Mount, Erip that is.  As the sun broke through, the Wood-fired Pizza people prepared and the Hash House Harriers amassed.

Post precipitation participants were ferried to the On On and they were Off Off. Up Up and Away Away climbing Mt Erip.  A first for runners with a Thirst!  Through Pristine Birgin Bush with the sweet scent of wet eucalypt and offering views over the waters of the Woady Yalloak, the River by which we partook of Drink Stop drinks.

From there the pre piss-up partiers were delivered back to the historic Happy Valley Hall, the former School now community asset and weekly church.

The Crowd cosied up inside around the fire thinking life was like a box of chocolates when Bubba and Forrest were warmly welcomed back.  The Billy Goat blessed the three milestoners Mounty, Rowdy and Pus Bucket as they were called out for the front for the first of many charges for their One Thousand (and 17) significant runs. They were kept our for another Down Down with the Crew of +1000 runners that were all proudly in attendance for the whorespicious occasion The Bill, SS, MastaBait, Bent Nose, Half a Bar, Spencer Hocking and BP.  The three remained charged for the screwing of the Run by The Bill and the screwing of the Walk by SS, this time joined by trail setting team.

Primed with snippets of Proclaimer’s “I Would Walk 500 Miles” music, Heavy’s screw Song hit the spot, the mood and sentiment.  It was perfectly pitched even though the performance pitch wasn’t perfect with everybody bellowing;

On a Monday, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the hasher who runs up next to you
And when I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the Hasher who goes along with you

If I get drunk, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the hasher who gets drunk next to you
And if I get pissed, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the hasher who's getting pissed along with you

But I would do 500 runs
And I would do 500 more
Just to be the hasher who’s run one thousand runs
And fall down pissed on your kitchen floor

Sergeant Spencer Hocking took charges from before the run, during the run, and from the floor.  The pizzas started to pour through the door but none got past our self-appointed pizza security sampler Silic who was willing to sacrifice himself and ensure we were safe as he taste tested each and every one of them.

The 1000 runner’s recognition reigned supreme with more presentations of the engraved perpetual trophy, The 1000 RUN Trumpet and stand. Then Wine Goblets for the boys and a Gobble it for the girl.  Wine charges aplenty. We forgot the Prick but had more Port and Mountie (Not fucken Mounty) got Pathologist’s Blood Orange licker.

Silic eventually tired of tasting Pizza and we all supped till sated, sang till sore and drank& drank till Half past Drunk, then dropped.

A BIG THANKS to all including Chris and Linda for Pizzas, and Ian and local community of Happy Valley for sharing their facilities and to the Hall neighbours for tolerating us.

Some photos and a T Shirt are to follow and Christmas is coming too!

Next Week’s Run: Bungal Dam Blast Furnaces  via Lal Lal Hare;  Bait and Normal  Theme;  Wear your Red T Shirts (but don’t mention them)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

RUN 1691, Venue: Dolly’s Creek Road Morrisons, Hares: Half A Bar & Bar Licker 17 November 2014

The chook run bus collected crowds; the merry Merc met more; the Volvo brought 140 years of experience between the two of the likeable OCs and one much maligned maudlin moe.
It was after 7 when the aptly named Golden Fleece Run took in flocks of fine merino wool and paddocks of historic prospecting pits still full of golden promise.  A cleverly conceived concept I must say, though the trail was a bit straight forward except for the unmarked on-back that gave The Bill and Mounty time together. We went West down Racecourse Track, into Ripper’s paddock and Argent’s Reef and saw some new exposures in the quest for the BIG one.  Quartz, clay, gold coloured stones and lashings of lollies and love.
On through the paddocks to the Remembrance Day Tribute to fallen Ballarat Hashers and the recitation of Rowdy’s Remembrance Rhyme for Midnight, Russell up the Publican, Ah So, and Half a Bra at her resting place.  A Down-Down for the fallen, Half a minutes silence then ON Home deep in contemplation and thoughts of happy hash times we’ve had.
Welcomes Backs to both Silic and Hunt who made a spectacular reEntryAgain in the mini mafia merc.  Approaching significance in an ongoing crescendo drum roll of down-downs, Mounty 998 and Rowdy 999, (jawohl jawohl jawohl) were joined by Poo Boo Kay (French for Pus Bucket) who is also on the Cluster Fuck 1000 to do list.
Mastabait had a pretty number in 1177 and Bad Hair Day had something between two fat ladies in 898.
After taking these pricks away, Half a Bar announced the trial implementation of a Belgian Hash institution where interjectors and incessant banterers were slugged with a shot of Belgique Spirite, rocket fuel!
Immediately, repeat offenders offended repeatedly. Silic suffered several but was getting a taste for it.  Rear Entry cried “Driver” as did Dumb who continued to chat away, to himself mainly.

Mine Hosts, conjoined twins Half a Bar Liquor were up for a screw, Heavy, by Proxy through his Bro, didn’t have to change many words to set the scene with The Bill and Boyd oldie, Put another Log on the Fire.

Sherrie, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some kosher bacon and some beans.
And go out and herd the sheep in for shearing.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can pour my cheap wine and then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're marrying me.

Now don't I let you wash the ute on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're getting fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you crutching with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that!


Sergeant Spencer Hocking Normally attacks tall trees but ripped into Rear Entry, the rabid rabbit was as erratic as ever and at it again running rampant at the bbq while Silic was going Nuts with the Schnapps. The Char grilled Steak overtook the snags and 10 experts were required to volunteer advice.
Run number 1691 was overlooked as an upside down palindrome or something.  One likes ones 69 between ones.  A very nice number1691, like 1961 was a very good year.
Some people still read the weekend Courier and saw snaps of Shafted and a scrubber celebrating the racing industry with another Committee while Half a Bar featured in the Woolgrowers Weekly, for his fine efforts.
Mrs Dickhead, while bending over to pat the dog was surprised by a big licking on her lips…of her mouth, same spot that a Newington mut had mauled earlier in the year. A dodgy doggy pattern is developing.
Fluid Movement, served as Grog Master in socks only. i.e. no Joggers due to an unforseen oversight.
Dr Rowdy was charged for failing to curb the spread of whooping cough, Ebola and women’s legs.  Lois Lane,(2 out of 3), and Bad Hair Day were selected to model the new face masks, designed to catch the errant infected phlegm before it is ingested by others.
As a mark of respect, Lois chose to wear hears as a little skull cap. A kippah or yarmulke, the Goldspeilvogelsteins were suitably impressed.

Before adjourning to the dining trough, Plucka Duck was decreed Town Crier. (“I haven’t got a loud voice”. Pardon? “I haven’t got a loud voice”. Pardon? “I haven’t got a loud voice”. Pardon?)  She delivered the Hash Wide rhymed invitation to the Wedding of The Year when Half a Bar and Bar Licker become one in a matrimonial sense. Same Bat Time Same Bat Place, 24 January 2015. A week before Lois’s 50th?give (or take) a decade.
A feast ensued, with plenty of fluffy white bread and salads to have with the char-grilled Greene Grub. Nothing a good splash of sauce and a few more beers couldn’t fix.
Next Week’s Run: Devils Kitchen & Happy Valley Hall Hare;  Shafted Theme; Weekend Extravaganza, Cluster Fuck 1000

Saturday, November 15, 2014

RUN 1690 Venue: Alfredton PS Hare: Candida 10 November 2014

Shit!  Still haven’t handed in my assignment.  I will have to suck up to the teacher.  Bugger it! I’ll go straight to the principal.  That’s a 1IC of ALF which must be way better than 2IC of LINT, what’s next up the ladder there is no glass ceiling in this field.
The novelty events rolled on.  The gym was full of sweaty Hashers in school uniform (including the usual bloke-ettes) foreplaying games.  Then all outside for a lap of the oval, butt for the Billy Goat who jumped the fence and risked being processed by roaming around the old abattoir.
The Sprint Heats and the gerbils were on in earnest. Candida laeing us all with coloured neck bands, Roadrunner displaying his handicap being a lack of handicapping  skills.  The first few to finish in each heat were through to the final.  SS had just had a caffeinated milkshake and dashed for the line Dumb and Dumb were neck and neck but SOS flew home late to beat all but the wily old silver fox.
Heavy was on security at the gate watching through binoculars so he would not miss anything to screw. The Bill came and went while Normal waited outside the Principal’s office while more of the genial genital games went on in the Gym again.  Heads up arses in the tunnel ball and the naked twister mat game was a blast. Rear Entry, the rabid rabbit was again running rampant and even raised a legitimate sweat, his first at hash!
SS gets to hold a trophy for his sprint victory until his positive swab comes back.  Roadrunner was a rock of support for his darling Candida. The Party pies were scalding hot as they should be, tempered by tommy’s horse.
Formalities ensued; Welcomes back to Wilson, one of Spartacus’ old Volley Ball mates, Mounty and Pus Bucket had also returned.
Approaching significance in the book were Mounty’s 997 and Rowdy’s 998 (not counting the Balls Up runs)  close enough for a drink anyway. Plucka ZZ.  Melbourne Cup Sweep results were announced and prizes prised out of the coiffeurs.  Much went straight into SS’s MoFovember collection, a hat full of hope for Men’s Health.
Pink bits Floyd educationalist ditty theme song for Heavy’s nightly screw; (edited for legal reasons and taste?)
I think I need some medication

I think I need some taut control

I’ve got some flexion in my manhole

Hey Candida… try not to bare your soul

All in all there’s just a…nother prick in your hall

Sergeant Spencer Hocking tip toed through charges to not upset Normal, all in all he was in the hall. Pouring part charges into our pert host Candida was a favoured past-time. Roadrunner for rooting the teacher. Heavy volunteered a new clog to chug from before it got tinea taint. And there were many more including one for the on-her-knees grog master, FM

All in all it’s just a nother good night for us all!  Full of fun and frivolity and just a wee bit different. On After well attended at Top Eureka.

Next Week’s Run: Morrisons, Dollys Creek Road Hare;  Half A Bar and Bar Liquor Theme; Golden Fleece & Remembrance

Thursday, November 6, 2014

RUN 1689, Venue: East Point Clubrooms, Hare: Glider, 3 November 2014

A roll of masking tape, some wooden horse sticks, white boards race fields form sheets and two fluffy dice. Glider sought a volunteer as didn’t want just anyone holding his charms in the palm of their hand but Roadrunner was hesitant about rolling the dice again.  The stage was set! Cup Sweep open and closed the pressure was on to head off on the run.
The craftily carved clockwise curves cyclically centred on the clubhouse in the shape of a map of England.  The drink stop was at the old servo, freshly painted and temporarily devoid of graffiti. On home down the creek then the pressure is on to get under starters orders so we set out down down and out to the balcony.
Welcomes back the single man; the girls know who he is. Mounty is at the back of the queue as she was absent with our Pus. Welcome backs too to two Normal, we thought we’d lost him and his sense of humour.
Most significant run pointed out by the Billy Goat was related to 69 and Nummy, go figure. Something about his age and what he would like as a present.  Spence later revealed that as last week was 1000, arithmetic logic surely meant this week was 1001, the palindromic digit sum of two fingers and a bum.

Heavy, (lover of sport that he is) did his own version of a call of the card.  …although Rear Entry was in a new stable the single guy is running free and is yet to be corralled. SOS need blinkers as he finds it hard to stay on track, SS should be retired (he even drew Admire Rakti in the Sweep as a reminder).

Donuts was swabbed because he was considerably down in weight, as was Silic, a stone lighter but the healing scar led to his scratching. Mrs Dickhead has a new Jockey with a larger whip. Shafted has had a disappointing year in the Golden Stakes. The Billy goat has been taking a good sit behind the fillies

Why do you need a microphone?  Spartacus arksed as the HEAVY’S screw song boomed across the Eastern Oval for the amassed crowds to hear, the possum, the squirrel and the owl. None of which complained. The producer and sound engineer had the echo set purrfeck to peak performance of Tom Jones’ Delilah.

I saw the light on the night that I passed by the football club window
I saw the flickering shadows of stupid games on the blind

This is a running club
And as we get older it seems that we walk, I really don’t mind.


My, my, my, Dear Glider
Why? Why? Why Dear Glider?


He stood there laughing          
So, I pissed on his Volvo, and he laughed no more.

My, my, my, Dear Glider
Why? Why? Why Dear Glider?


Spence presided over charges rushed through because the first 2 races were to be run before dinner during which the Cup Sweep draw was conducted.

The Barman was a late Welcome Back Cotter, we needed him a lot so we got him on the spot so he wouldn’t get shot.
Races were run the dice were rolled, the men were timid and the women were bold.
It seemed Num and Dum were the winners of nearly everything (surely they won’t miss a sip or two of scotch). Zero olives though.  The Axedale parcel was won by country member and were well appreciated.

A great night thanks great efforts of Glider.  Thanks also to Bent and the ladies for the plates and dishes being done.

PS Sweep Results
Bent Nose, battling Ann and Rex here, is down to jockey weight and although riding a conveyance that has been around over a 1000 times, managed to be a Protectionist rather than a Driefontonic perfectionist and came home first in the Cup sweep.

Heavy seconded with Red Cadeaux, $30 dollars donated to SS and Movember

The Barman eventually shot home for third for Glider.

The $10 surplus from the sweep was also added to the SS Movember for Men’s Health.  The hat, starting with at least $40, will go around Monday.

Next Week’s Run: Alfredton Primary School Gymnasium   Hare;  Candida Theme; Schoolies Dress

Thursday, October 30, 2014

RUN 1688 Venue: SAWPIT LANE Creswick, Hare; BP1000, 27 October 2014

BP picked Bent Nose with her bent finger. Bent Nose picked La Gerche Track as a place for us to linger. This is where old John La Gerche (who looked a bit like Bent) had planted trees over 100 years ago. A book written about his life is called “A Foresters Log”. True!
 This is he.
If a tree falls in the Forest Does anybody hear?  Hashers trundled along neat bush paths under towering trees, by peaceful waters, history and nature abounding.
Significant run indeed looo BP has reached 1000 equivalent to 20 years of every week or 27 if you have holidays. Glider is at 700. 

Meanwhile Master Chef SILIC managed to boil water without blowing us up then he skilfully scissored the little boys apart having recently witnessed his own monoscrotomatic surgery.  A pre-dinner snack simmered to enhance the party atmosphere already painted by BPs lollies and chups.

HEAVY’S screw song reflected a cleaning lady (that wasn’t Sadie) to the tune of “a few of my favourite things” Aided by the not so smooth production of a pre-recorded phone track on Marshall’s Portable Music Machine.
Vacuuming carpets and dusting down kitchens
Rubbing down Bents Knob with warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages full of vibrating rings
These are a few of my favourite things!
Spence poured the Down Down pressure on the Demure FiFi BP. He handed over his 1000th run mobile trophy engraved with BP forever underneath Bent. More presentations to BP of Bees & Peas and Hash gift apron with a BP inscription to further mark the occasion.

Dr R informed us of the significance of BP being the initials of the bacterium (Bordetella Pertussis) that causes the contagious, respiratory infection known as Whooping cough.  Good to know but how do we stop it?
Overwhelmed by the natural beauty of the setting of the run, MRS D charged over a fallen log in the forest.
A Normally quite Gay guy got quite grumpy and couldn’t see the funny side of anything. His sense of humour was a fumer. A Get well Soon card is circulating for signatures!
How dare he? It was all about BP really and she likes it that way.

On Afters  around the corner to Swallow my Knobs Café for a nice tight meal and a fine wine. We departed right on 1000 according to my digital timer.
Next Week’s Run: East Point Clubrooms   Hare;  Glider Theme; M Cup is not a bra size